Shakespeare, William · published 1602 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 479 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
And in that Mask I'll make the Doctor steal my daughter An, & ere my husband knows it, to carry her to Church, and marry her. But who will buy the silks to tire the boys? That will I do, and in a rob of white I'll clothe my daughter, and advertise Slender To know her by that sign, and steal her thence, And unknown to my wife, shall marry her. So kad judge me the devices is excellent. I will also be there, and be like a jackanapes, And pinch him most cruelly for his lecheries. Why then we are revenged sufficiently. First he was carried and thrown in the Thames, Next beaten well, I am sure you'll witness that. I'll lay my life this makes him nothing fat. Well let's about this stratagem, I long To see deceit deceived, and wrong have wrong. Well send to Falstaff, and if he come thither, 'twill make us smile and laugh one month together. What would thou have boor, what thick-skin? Speak, breath, discus, short, quick, brief, snap. Sir, I am sent from my M. to sir Iohn Falstaff. Sir Iohn, there's his Castle, his standing bed, his trundle bed, his chamber is painted about with the story of the prodigal, fresh and new, go knock, he'll speak like an Antripophiginian to thee: Knock I say. Sir I should speak with an old woman that went up into his chamber. An old woman, the knight may be rob, I'll call bully knight, bully sir Iohn. Speak from thy Lungs military: it is thine host, thy Ephesian calls. Now mine Host. Here is a Bohemian tarter bully, tarries the coming down of the fat woman: Let her descend bully, let her descend, my chambers are honourable, pah privasie, fie. Indeed mine host there was a fat woman with me, But she is gone. Pray sir was it not the wise woman of Brainford? Marry was it Musselshell, what would you? Marry sir my master Slender sent me to her, To know whether one Nim that hath his chain, Cozened him of it, or no. I talked with the woman about it. And I pray sir what says she? Marry she says the very same man that Beguiled master Slender of his chain, Cozened him of it. May I be bold to tell my master so sir? I tike, who more bold. I thank you sir, I shall make my master a glad man at these tidings, God be with you sir. Thou art clerkly sir Iohn, thou art clerkly, Was there a wise woman with thee? Marry was there mine host, one that taught Me more wit than I learned this 7. year, And I paid nothing for it, But was paid for my learning. O Lord sir cozenage, plain cozenage. Why man, where be my horses? where be the Germans?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And in that Maske Ile make the Doctor steale my daughter An, & ere my husband knowes it, to carrie her to Church, and marrie her. But who will buy the silkes to tyre the boyes? That will I do, and in a robe of white Ile cloath my daughter, and aduertise Slender To know her by that signe, and steale her thence, And vnknowne to my wife, shall marrie her. So kad vdge me the deuises is excellent. I will also be there, and be like a Iackanapes, And pinch him most cruelly for his lecheries. Why then we are reuenged sufficiently. First he was carried and throwne in the Thames, Next beaten well, I am sure youle witnes that. Ile lay my life this makes him nothing fat. Well lets about this stratagem, I long To see deceit deceiued, and wrong haue wrong. Well send to Falstaffe, and if he come thither, Twill make vs smile and laugh one moneth togither. What would thou haue boore, what thick-skin? Speake, breath, discus, short, quick, briefe, snap. Sir, I am sent frō my M. to sir Iohn Falstaffe. Sir Iohn, theres his Castle, his standing bed, his trundle bed, his chamber is painted about with the story of the prodigall, fresh and new, go knock, heele speak like an Antripophiginian to thee: Knock I say. Sir I should speak with an old woman that went vp into his chamber. An old woman, the knight may be robbed, Ile call bully knight, bully sir Iohn. Speake from thy Lungs military: it is thine host, thy Ephesian calls. Now mine Host. Here is a Bohemian tarter bully, tarries the comming downe of the fat woman: Let her descēd bully, let her descend, my chambers are honorable, pah priuasie, fie. Indeed mine host there was afat woman with me, But she is gone. Pray sir was it not the wise woman of Brainford? Marry was it Musselshell, what would you? Marry sir my maister Slender sent me to her, To know whether one Nim that hath his chaine, Cousoned him of it, or no. I talked with the woman about it. And I pray sir what ses she? Marry she ses the very same man that Beguiled maister Slender of his chaine, Cousoned him of it. May I be bolde to tell my maister so sir? I tike, who more bolde. I thanke you sir, I shall make my maister a glad man at these tydings, God be with you sir. Thou art clarkly sir Iohn, thou art clarkly, Was there a wise woman with thee? Marry was there mine host, one that taught Me more wit then I learned this 7. yeare, And I paid nothing for it, But was paid for my learning. O Lord sir cousonage, plaine cousonage. Why man, where be my horses? where be the Germanes?